Killing Floor Songtext
von Bruce Dickinson

So this is dream time and all is quiet
So this is dream time and all is night
You′ve never been held by the hand of God
Who's rocking the cradle if he is not?
He turned the oil into his blood
Hadn′t seen ambitions burning in the mud
The stain of freedom, he's washed it out
Who's rocking the cradle? I have no doubt

Sleeping eyes awake
To see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind
The darker side of ecstasy


Satan has left his killing floor
Satan has left his killing floor
Satan, hellfires burn no more
Satan has left his killing floor

So now it′s dream time for you tonight
So now it′s dream time and all is quiet
You've never been held by the hand of God
Who′s rocking your cradle if he is not?

Sleeping eyes awake
To see his hooded gaze
Whispers on the wind
The never-ending breath goodbye

Satan has left his killing floor
Satan has left his killing floor
Satan, his fires burn no more
Satan is coming back for more
Satan has left his killing floor
Satan has left his killing floor